Marinette was half certain after that night that she wasn't going to see him until he was moving into the building across the street, perhaps not even until after that. She learned she was wrong quickly when Adrien texted her on November 9.

'Hey, my guy got the fabrics earlier than expected. Let me know if you're free and I can bring them by. -Adrien'

'I'm working on designs at my apartment today. I'm in 417. If you let the desk agent know you're here to see me, he'll let you up (especially if you're carrying fabrics).'

Adrien picked up the 3 totes and duffle bag of fabric that his guy, Jeremie, gave him. Jeremie said Adrien's friend would appreciate the fabrics just a little more if they were individually packed so she could just get the bag she needed for one design at a time. When Adrien walked in, he went up to the security agent at the front desk.

"Hello," he greeted, adjusting the bag onto his shoulder, "I'm here to deliver some fabrics for Marinette Dupain-Cheng in 417." The burly security agent, Wayzz, looked up toward him and noticed the man was carrying 4 bags filled with fabrics.

"Your name and ID, please," he requested. Adrien adjusted once again and pulled his wallet from his pocket to get his license out.

"I'm Adrien Agreste," he said, handing the ID to the man. Wayzz scanned his ID and inputted his information into the security panel. The man looked between the ID and the young man in front of him a few times before handing back the ID and pressing the button to open the main door to the building for him.

He pressed the button to floor number 4, then waited (impatiently) as the elevator slowly rose to the correct floor. When he got to the right floor, he looked both ways in the hallway. From there, he turned to the right to hopefully find Marinette's door. It was the third door on the right and he knocked, firmly enough to be heard, but gently enough to not scare her.

It only took about 30 seconds for her to come to the door to greet him. If she thought she had a chance with him, she would have put on makeup or fixed her hair to look nicer, or changed out of the lounge clothing she'd been wearing while she worked on Clara's dress, but there wasn't a point, so she didn't. She was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

"Thank you," she said through her exhale. "Do you want to come in for a bit, I have snacks and tea. Or coffee, if that's more your speed." He smiled brightly at the invitation. He had been hopeful that he would be able to spend more than a moment at the door with her, but he was keeping his expectations low to not be disappointed.

"That would be great, if you don't mind," he responded. She waved off his worry and stepped to the side so that he could enter the apartment. He stepped in and was captivated by everything. Her apartment was decorated in an almost maximalist style, but it was clear to see that everything she owned had a place.

Her walls were covered in pictures of Marinette with celebrities that she knew or worked with in the past, in addition to about a dozen pictures with Alya or Nino or both. She had some pictures with other people he didn't recognize and a few included a guy he recognized as one of Nino's groomsmen, Kim.

She had an entire 12-photo frame that was devoted to pictures of her with her parents and pictures in the bakery. Adrien couldn't help but to be impressed by her commitment to the photos. There were even a few pictures of people in cosplay and he didn't know if she made the costumes or if she was just a fan of the characters.

She noticed him looking at her wall of photos and grabbed the three smaller totes of fabric from him. She carried them over to the second bedroom where her sewing materials turned the room into a home-office. He considered waiting and continuing to look around, but instead he followed her and he was glad that he did.

The walls of her home office were covered in preliminary sketches of designs. Designs he was genuinely surprised he could recognize at a glance. In addition to the jacket she had most recently made for Jagged, he saw a design for masks that he recognized from Kitty Section, a band Nino introduced him to.

He saw a full size poster of the cover art for an album that Jagged had put out when he was 14 and noticed that it was signed by Jagged himself 'To the rockinest niece I could've ever asked for. Thanks for making my cover art. Make sure you remember me when you become bigger than I am! -Uncle Jagged.'

Marinette placed the totes onto a cubby bookshelf for the time being, until she could actually start to work on them and Adrien placed the duffel bag on top of the shelf, not sure where else she wanted it to be. "Your apartment is chaotic," he said, his voice filled with awe. She turned on him, thinking he was insulting her decor.

"Chaotic?" she asked. She raised an eyebrow at him, telling him the next words out of his mouth should be thought through carefully before he said something she'd make sure he'd end up regretting.

"Chaotic," he repeated, "I wish I could do something this interesting with the places I've lived. I love the pictures in the main room. I'm sure I could stare at them for hours and still be surprised by who you've gotten pictures with, and the designs in here. They're honestly an inspiration. Plus, this Jagged Stone poster. Just, wow."

"Oh," she responded with a light blush dusting over her cheeks, "thank you. I'm happy that you like them. I've been collecting the pictures and holding onto my designs since I was like 14 because I love to look at them and see where I came from and how far I've come since then. I'm sure that somewhere around here there's a sketch from the first design competition I ever won."

"Well," he said, "if you ever find it, I'm sure I'd love to see it. Your designs keep impressing me." She led him out of the room back to the living area and kitchen. When they arrived, she took a few plastic containers out of the fridge and began opening them, revealing some mini quiches, macarons, and some chopped up vegetables with hummus.

"Help yourself," she told him, grabbing a macaron for herself. He noticed that it was a bright pink color and smiled as she took a small bite. He grabbed one for himself that was a bit lighter than hers and took his own first bite of the macaron he was now learning was passionfruit flavor. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Whatever you're having," he said, "water, tea, coffee, I'm fine with anything." He smiled and she put on her kettle to start heating up water for tea. She grabbed a few boxes out of her cabinet and placed them onto the counter.

"Black, peach, or mint," she asked, pointing toward the boxes. "I am going to require you to make this decision." He picked up the boxes of black and mint tea to look at the details before making a decision. While he was choosing, Marinette grabbed a bag from the box of peach tea and put it into one of the mugs she'd gotten from her cabinet.

"I think I'll stick with black today. I could use a little bit more caffeine to make it through the rest of my meetings this afternoon." He looked at the clock and was happy to see he still had 45 minutes until his next meeting. He had chosen the building across the street because it was about a 5 minute walk from the Agreste building.

He planned to leave in 30 minutes, just to make sure he would have plenty of time to get to the meeting and not be in a rush, especially since he had to put his collared shirt and sport coat back on and put his contacts back in before he could go to the meeting. He was certain he looked a little odd, wearing a pair of khakis with a t-shirt, but he didn't focus on that.

Marinette took one of the black tea bags and put it into the other mug just in time for the water to start boiling. She poured some into each of their mugs, then took the milk out of her fridge and grabbed the sugar from the cabinet in case Adrien needed either. She gave him a spoon and he fixed his tea how he liked it.

"Do you want to sit for a while," she offered, motioning toward the couch in the living area. He smiled and she took it as confirmation, leading him to the couch. She placed out a coaster for each of them and placed her tea down for the time being while she allowed it to cool down a bit. He placed his mug down on his own coaster and sat next to her.

"I won't be able to stay long," he told her. She wasn't surprised. She knew Nino and Alya had mentioned he's constantly busy with work and at this point she was genuinely more surprised by how much time he had already been spending with her and their friends. She was expecting to only be able to talk to him via text once like every other month.

Marinette was sitting back on her feet on the couch and the two of them spoke for a while. Adrien was seated facing generally in Marinette's direction, leaning toward her as they spoke. If she hadn't found out he wasn't interested in women, she would have thought he was trying to get closer to her to flirt.

"So, what do the final designs for the dresses look like," Adrien asked. Marinette's face lit up and she excused herself for a moment to excitedly grab her sketchbook. He couldn't help but to watch her as she practically ran down the hallway toward her design room. She returned to the couch and opened the sketchbook to the correct page and handed it to him.

He looked at the sketchbook and noticed that where there used to be one dress design, now there were three. One with a full gown shirt and two with tea-length skirts. The bodices were all different, which was interesting to him. The full skirted dress had a princess cut neckline like he had seen on the original design.

The two tea length dresses each had an asymmetrical, one shouldered neckline. One of them was over the left shoulder while the other was over the right shoulder. He thought that it was interesting. "Why did you choose this design," he asked, "I mean, why have them be different shoulders instead of having them be the same shoulder?"

"Ella and Etta, Alya's other bridesmaids are identical twins," Marinette told him, understanding that it might not have been something he'd known about before. "They like to match, but Alya thought they would prefer it if they could be identified at a glance in the photo albums instead of having to look closely to see who is who."

"That makes sense," he said. He stopped himself from running his fingers over the design in admiration. "Keep me updated on your progress. I want to see how they look as soon as possible." A small beep came from his phone and he had to take it out of his pocket, dreading the notification he knew was there.

"Have to get going?" she asked and he nodded. He stood up and picked up the teacup to take it to the sink.

"I'll take care of that," she told him. "I don't want you to get in trouble for being late." Marinette walked him to the front door and they exchanged les bisous before he had to leave. "I'll see you soon," she called out after him, "text me if you need help moving." She could see him smile and he waved back at her before he had to leave.